h-estiajones:

Hestia looked at him, her facial expression worth taping now; she had a mix of suffered cruelty and desperation on her face – it was really impossible to choose what to do – either to drop out from Quidditch when she finally collected courage to try out, or the other option,…

“I’m a virgin.” Hestia said with no emotion on her face, she just stated the truth. Staring at James and wondering if he’d believe it or not, she most likely didn’t care since the whole castle already gave her the title of the whore even if she didn’t really date many guys publically. “A muggle bird, you say? Details?” she cleared her throat and added a cheeky laugh, to break the awkward tension that built up with her and her virginity.

bartemius-crouch-jr:

Thanks, Jones, that’s a real treat. Me? I’m doing swell, why? What have you heard?

Just asking, is that now forbidden? What have I heard about what? You seem a little nervous as well, Barty.

bartemius-crouch-jr:

h-estiajones:

Hey Barty! You seem awfully cheeky!

Merlin, Jones! Am I normally not cheeky in the mornings? Am I an old grouch like me dad?

Would not like to compare you with your dad, Barty. But eh, I guess cheeky is your normal. How are you?

bartemius-crouch-jr:

Hey Barty! You seem awfully cheeky!

(Source: itsjustnemesis)

black-roma:

Andromeda was not overly fond of Gryffindors. She never had been, and the only exception to that rule was Sirius. All of the rest of them were obnoxious prats who seemed to think they ruled the entire school between them. It was rather outrageous, and not only that, but laughable, too. They strutted about, barging past those who were not as important as they were supposed to be. She found it pathetic. They were deluded by their professors into thinking they were worth house points because they were all gallant and brilliant. As if.

There seemed to be an abundance of the lions around the castle these days. It was as if they were spawning about the place. She literally had to step over a gaggle of at least fifty of them just to get out ofthe library. She sighed, shoving a first year, who would not shut up about Hufflepuffs, in the face and stomped past. She took a flight of stairs, down to the floor which held the girls’ bathrooms and pushed the door open, slipping inside and pulling a small make-up bag from her satchel.

There was a noise as she ran her mascara brush over her eyelashes, and she turned to see who it was, smudging black liquid across her cheek. She raised a single eyebrow at the perpetrator. “Oh, Hes, it’s just you.” She turned back to face the mirror with a small sigh of relief. “How’ve you been?”

“Hey, Jonesie, broom closet, tonight?” A tall Ravenclaw grinned at her, surrounded by the groups that were probably his friends, “Piss off.” Hestia frowned, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief. She should have got used to that by now – Hestia Jones did earn the status of a whore. But, it was inconvenient how she did get it – she was quite of a party animal and a trouble seeker from now to then, and she did date quite a lot of boys, so everyone probably thought she was a nymphomaniac. The truth was, Hes was a virgin. Just, no one cared about that.

“You’re skipping that offer? I might give you a galleon to meet me tonight, Jonesie.” Mulciber grinned at her. Of all things, she hated Slytherins interfering in her privacy – especially Mulciber. Hestia stopped walking, and smiled at him – and seeing him shocked, she raised her middle finger up and as the public started laughing, she fled into the girls’ bathroom, slamming the door shut. “Bloody idiots…” she spat out, not noticing Andromeda Black in front of the mirror.

Oh, Hes, it’s just you, Andromeda said and added, how’ve you been? It was less known that the Slytherin and Gryffindor girls were actually friends. Of course they publically hated each other, but privately… Hestia could actually call Dromeda one of her closest friends.  “Peachy, as for now.” Hestia rolled her eyes and stood next to Andormeda, staring at her reflection in the mirror which seemed to be a little annoyed. “How about you, Dromeda?” she asked, easing down her anger that was built towards two of the idiots outside, not Andormeda. Inhale, exhale, Hestia, inhale, exhale, slow down, she listened to her mind commanding and did as told.

jamesie-potter:

“No one’s immune, Jones,” he sighed dramatically, “some people are just in denial.”

He allowed her to reach over and ruffle his hair, simply raising an eyebrow at her as she pulled back. “Do you really think this is going to get any worse?” he asked drily, pointing at the mess on his head. Out of a habit a hand ran through it anyway. He snickered in satisfaction at Hestia’s reaction to her dare.

“Oh yes, a Howler to my good friend Remus,” he repeated, grinning widely. “You’re welcome. And if you don’t - well, don’t be surprised if I suddenly decide that the Quidditch Team is closed to new members.”

He wouldn’t really do that; he was too desperate for fresh blood, had already started mentally mapping out plays they could use her for. But she didn’t need to know that. He raised his eyebrow at her again, challenging her. “Go on then. My turn. Truth, just to mix things up.”

 Hestia looked at him, her facial expression worth taping now; she had a mix of suffered cruelty and desperation on her face – it was really impossible to choose what to do – either to drop out from Quidditch when she finally collected courage to try out, or the other option, to Howler her friend Remus in front of whole school and include rhymes and something dirty – in front of whole school. It was obvious that she was going to get on with the dare, and she was in the middle of process of accepting half of the humiliation that she was going to go through tomorrow.

“You sneaky little git…” Hestia whispered, shaking her head and after that clearing her thoughts and throat as well so she could speak a little louder, and hide her obvious thirst for vengeance towards James and his dare, “Truth now? Coward.” She snickered, biting her lip. “Who has your virginity?” she asked, raising both eyebrows and deciding to play a little on the secret side.  

(Source: h-estiajones)

ginger-schnapp:

“Oh my God, oh your God, oh all the magical and muggle Gods combined, I’ll go anywhere with you if you just stop. making. noise.” Lily muttered, pinching the bridges of her nose to repel an oncoming headache. She had always been sensitive when it came to loud noises, as well as bright lights. To Lily, it seemed as those two senses, sight and hearing, were almost always on overdrive. She’d grown used to that by now, simply avoiding spaces where loud bangs or flashing lights would occur. 

Half-heartedly, Lily dragged her feet behind Hestia, not bothering to politely seem like she was going to enjoy that ride. She wasn’t, and that was for sure. Quickly transfiguring her loose robes into a thick coat, she fastened it around her body, fixing her scarf to come rest a little tighter around her neck. In the end, she would at least have the opportunity to have a decent smoke, which she hadn’t done in ages. “You have ten seconds to start walking before I regret this Hestia. Make them matter.”

Seeing the lack of Lily’s enthusiasm made Hestia a little bitter but her brain reminded her that it’s Lily next to her – and quickly embracing that fact, Hestia started walking and kicking the rocks around, as she usually did. “Are you still friends with the Snape kid?” curiously asking, Hestia didn’t mean to interfere in Lily’s privacy; but she indeed wanted to know, because she didn’t see neither of them around each other lately. Hestia brought up some memories from earlier, fourth, or fifth year, when Lily hung out around him. Snape always seemed as a mysterious guy to Hestia, but she stood away from him as she stood away from anything contagious, like from all the Slytherins. She slowed her jumping and kicking around, to walk near Lily.

It was a rather cold afternoon, considering that it was winter, but Hestia didn’t mind. Her parents taught both of the Jones girls that cold is not bad, by spending a lot of time on snow and what not else that included family being together. The wind was whispering along as it was moving, carrying the fallen leaves that were still around, as two girls walked.

(Source: h-estiajones)